Night shifts. Yuck. Was busy but the rush has calmed. Bums touch seats and the debate begins over which pizza place to order our life-sustaining calorific treats from. I feel sick. Likely because "Chardonnay", the psycho neighbour-down-the stairs (of whom we will surely hear many stories to come), has been doing her best to disturb my precious few daytime hours of sleep over the past few days. It amazes me that any boyfriend could put up with her plate-smashing, accusation-hurling frenzies again and again. Maybe he is a saint. I have certainly managed to induced pangs of guilt in him with my bellows of, "Shut UP!", but his shushings have done nothing to tame the beast within. Sigh. Nut job. But I digress. Still feel sick. Actually, it is more likely the sickeningly-sweet cupcakes I baked at 3pm when above nut-job's screaming drove me from my comfortable bed. Domesticated, moi! 02:46. 4 hours and 49 minutes to go til home time.
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